The Stories...

Being an elementary teacher is a particularly trying experience. It's also particularly rewarding. Over the relatively short period of time that I've spent as a teacher I've cried, laughed and been speechless on so many occasions by the antics that go on in my little world called a classroom. Days later I'll find myself reflecting on a moment with a tear or a smile and telling myself "I really should write this stuff down." As I launch into another year of teaching, I'm sure to add to the collection of stories I already have to record. This profession is a gift. Not everyone can do it and certainly not everyone can enjoy it. But some of us can and some of us do. I can't imagine doing anything else. I'm not the best teacher in the world, I don't have the best ideas or even the most unique. I don't have the fanciest of credentials and I haven't invented anything groundbreaking. But I do have a philosophy about my job and the role it plays in our society and it's on that philosophy that I build each lesson. It's the philosophy that every child has potential and should be approached as if they hold the keys to the success of future generations. I know that not all of them will succeed and most will probably never go beyond ordinary. But do you think when Abraham Lincoln, Nelson Mandela or Barack Obama walked into their first day of grade school that their teacher looked at them and thought, this kid will make history? I doubt they had any idea. But hopefully they looked at them and thought, here is a child, let me strive to empower them to change the world. They did and just maybe it was partly her we can all thank. And so here is my little blog, my ideas, my best and worst moments, my thought process on educating, and how it plays out each day.

Together with my students we have successes and failures. As they say on Law and Order, "These are their stories..."

(all student names have been changed to Jane and Johnny for the privacy and protection of the students and their families)

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Someone told me today that they had too many problems of their own to care about what was happening to the rest of the world. My response is this- 


Even when our problems threaten to overwhelm us, we must always remember that we are blessed enough to offer another person compassion.  No matter how low we may feel we are sinking, someone is always below us, needing a hand to reach down and pull them up. Yesterday it was Japan, before that Haiti, now it's Joplin and tomorrow someone and somewhere else.  


I take this vow for myself, that even when fatigued, I will fight to keep caring. I refuse to take the respite of apathy. I will not stop caring about people far and near, family, friend or stranger.  Our lives should be about the betterment of our world because THAT is the only thing that gives us worth. Even if it's the tiniest thing, do, do, do. Do care. Do help. Do speak out. Do good.